The damp and dense ground was littered with rotting leaves.
Spotted sunlight filtered through the gaps in the decaying leaves, casting light upon the fallen foliage.
A foot stepped on the leaves, and as Chen Xing looked at the broken leaves underfoot, he expressed his sincere emotion, "It doesn't seem like a forest that has just formed; these leaves under my feet feel like they've been here for countless years in a great forest."
Chen Xing squatted down, his palm brushing aside the top layer of leaves to reveal the even damper leaves and soil underneath.
He had just personally witnessed the entire forest vanishing into ashes under the column of light.
But in the blink of an eye, the forest had fully recovered.